As Roland squatted on the ground to install the base, three figures suddenly emerged out of nowhere, staggering upon landing, and together falling torwards the ground.
Anna was startled. A cluster of green flame rose up and transformed into a wall of fire, blocking those figures.
Roland looked up and found that one of the women was Nightingale after the long separation. Her appearance looked so discomfited that her cheeks were abnormally red. While the frigid wind was obviously blowing outdoors, her forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat.
"Your Highness, please call Nana to come. Hurry up!"
She looked up as she exclaimed in palpable anxiety.
Roland had noticed that the woman on her back had a pale face and her eyes were closed, half of the arm was missing, and the crimson blood was seeping through the cloth that wrapped the open fracture.
"Cardin, go to the hospital and bring Nana here!" He shouted at the guard near the door, with a tight heart.
